Hospodevy worship
In the courtyard of his saints.
Whacky asleep on the porch,
It looks a star.
AND, angelic wings stung,
bell spoke
not Nabatnaya, a formidable voice,
And goodbye forever.
And out of the monastery,
Riza ancient giving,
Saints and miracle workers,
Relying on Kluki.
Seraphim - in the forest of Sarov
Herd agriculture mouth,
Anna - Kashin, I do not knyazhiti,
Len barbed terebyt.
accompanies the Virgin,
Son wrapped in a shawl,
The old beggar had dropped
At the Lord's porch.


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